Three unrelated photos today, and not much to talk about. The weather has calmed (for a day or two, Friday might be a bit rough), and there is supposed to be a strike but apparently, it’s again illegal, so boats and airport should be working as normal. Up here in the village, life continues as usual…
That’s Kalos the cat who has become a familiar set of whiskers at the taverna. He lives just in front of us, when he’s not at Georgio’s, and he’s a handsome old chap; the Bustopher Jones of the neighbourhood, here seen preparing to dine at La George.
My mind wanders to another handsome sight, that of an old doorway found just off the beaten track in Horio (Chorio, Corio, Xorio, Orio – I’ve seen is spelt so many ways and plenty of incorrect ones thanks to the wonder which isn’t AI). It’s at the end of an otherwise dead-end little alley, and, I assume, once led to a home or business. I should investigate further one day and see what’s around the corner, though I don’t want to become one of those snoopers that I wrote about, the ones who think they have the right to climb gates and walk on roofs because they want to see a view.
If you want to see inside a village house, try looking through an open window…
This house was abandoned many years ago. A lady used to live there, and each time we passed on our way home, we would hear her chanting. This was in 2002/2003, and I think the property might have been deserted only a short while later. You can only see this one room, which looks like it was an inside kitchen, and I hate to think what the rest of the property holds.
For me, the day, not the property, holds a variety of entertainments, starting with this blog, my author blog (every Wednesday and Saturday), some publicity bits and pieces, and hopefully some writing as I am halfway through a climax and have left my heroes with a nasty dilemma and an escaping villain…
